New Skills

As for listening to others' thoughts and seeing through disguises… Freyr found that even less appealing. That was something only politicians would need. He had no interest in that. So, Freyr chose the Eyes of Enchantment, an advanced form of hypnosis. No matter how powerful the witch or how holy the saintess, they couldn't escape the hypnosis of these eyes. However… the only drawback was… it only worked on women!

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Freyr spread his arms and opened his palms, focusing on the surroundings. The previous feelings of confusion and emptiness vanished! Now, everything around him seemed exceptionally clear. His mental power extended like tendrils, touching every inch of the room, every corner! The dripping of water, a rusted tile in the corner, even the bursting of a bubble in the bathtub…

The clarity was astonishing! Freyr couldn't help but let out a moan of satisfaction. Though he couldn't yet perform magic, under the influence of his mental power, he gently waved his hand, and immediately, countless water droplets gathered in his palm, forming a small water ball. The water ball stayed intact, crystal clear, rolling slowly in Freyr's palm.

"This… is magic… it feels incredible," Freyr murmured as he gently clenched his fist. The water ball burst, the droplets scattering and disappearing. He could now sense magic elements to some extent. In this bathroom, he could easily sense and control the water elements. Now, all he needed was to learn the spells! With ample magic power and keen sensing ability, once he learned some spells… he would truly be a Wizard.

Freyr stayed in the bathroom for a full two hours. When he finally returned to the study, fully dressed, the old butler Spencer had been standing so long that his legs were numb.

"Young Master, your dinner…"

"I'll have it in the study." Freyr waved his hand, and seeing the old butler about to speak, he preempted him with a smile, "Alright, my dear butler, I know my father has instructed you to keep a close watch on me, but don't worry. For the next year, I will strictly follow my father's orders. I won't step outside this castle, nor interfere with any of the estate's affairs. As for my monthly expenses, you can rest assured, I won't be asking you for anything."

Freyr paused, looking the old butler in the eye. "I don't resent my father… I understand that from his standpoint, he's not just a father, but also the head of the family. Sometimes, he might not have the heart to punish his son like this, but as the head of the family, he has no choice. I understand that."

The old butler was stunned. The few comforting words he had prepared were unnecessary now. He realized this young master was no fool, but rather an unusual person with a different way of thinking.

As the butler prepared to leave, Freyr asked, "The cabin I requested to be built before I left…?"

"It's finished," the butler replied immediately. "It was built exactly to your specifications. You can see it tomorrow."

"Thank you, I'm very satisfied," Freyr said, his gaze drifting elsewhere, indicating the butler could leave.

Once the study door was closed, Freyr climbed a ladder and pulled a book on astrology from the high shelves, settling down to read quietly. Midnight came quickly. As the clock struck twelve, Freyr stretched, then checked to ensure the door was locked. He moved the ladder to take down a painting from the wall. The castle's servants had done a thorough job; there wasn't a speck of dust on it. Freyr looked into the eyes of the figure in the painting.

After midnight, those eyes came to life, looking at him with anticipation.

"Alright, it's been a long time since I saw you. I'm sure you've been waiting eagerly," Freyr smiled. "I've seen the secret chamber left by Grand Astrologer Natalie, and now, I have a spell to release you."

This would be Freyr's first attempt at casting magic, and he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He instinctively mimicked the actions of Wizards he had seen, spreading his arms slightly, his expression serious, chanting the spell in a low voice…

Unnoticed by Freyr, his gestures and movements closely resembled those of the little fool Lilith. As he finished the chant, Freyr felt a mysterious power stirring around him… Then, he felt a current within his abundant mental power, as if an invisible straw was rapidly drawing it out…

Suddenly, a faint light emitted from his fingertips, absorbed into the painting with a whoosh! Was it complete?

Freyr stepped back, watching the painting intently. Boom! A flame burst from the painting, and it began to burn rapidly. Freyr was startled! He knew this painting was a family antique! If it was destroyed, the old butler would surely complain to his father.

Freyr didn't even have time to grab the water cup to douse the flames—the fire was too fast and too fierce! In a flash, the painting turned to ashes, the flames floating up from the table to the floor… ashes swirling, flames flickering.

Then, Freyr saw a white leg gracefully stepping out of the flames… Skin as white as frost, tender as if it would yield water at a touch… Ten delicate toes like pearls, and dainty feet like white jade.